1.21.2014

1.20.2014

The highlights: acid with a lot of strychnine, the feral
dogs of Cookeville, honey buns, and a gay nozzle. In other words, Cindy Wilson
defrauding space campers, whose shimmy I’ve all but forgotten. Such searches –
or gulfs, or removes-- vary wildly, but, oh, lolly, lolly, this shit is
amazing, isn’t it?

1.16.2014

1.15.2014

1.14.2014

Nowadays, if you watch any straight humor, it’s written on
the cloak. How can it be that Rebel Wilson is not a news item when Walmart has
sadly closed? So, you want to try and vote with our money by nine? Clean energy
can be brought down by the rise of an elderly homeless person.

1.10.2014

1.09.2014

1.08.2014

Story of a snow day. Like Ju-u-u-u-dy Garland, I was pleasantly flummoxed by what I saw: the ferocious rampage of a monster appearing in an original Woodstock movie poster. So, I hunkered down in my practice of rigorous honesty, speechless and feeling like a tiger on a gold leash. At least that’s how I remember it. Or how I want to.